The world is full of poor young men, struggling to get an education." "Yes, that is so; and I suppose you would enjoy helping some young man out in Oregon, of whom you had never heard, quite as well as you would me." Edward came quickly to the sofa where Ray was lying, and laid his hand tenderly over the closed eyes.
"Ray, there is nothing in the world I would not do for you." "Will you let me help you into the ministry, as rapidly as money _can_ help ?" "I will be glad to; it is a great, noble offer, and I thank you from my heart.

You mustn't think that I don't; only I thought--perhaps----" "I know," said Ray, for Edward had stopped doubtfully; "I understand just how you feel; but I _do_ think the feeling, in this case at least, is wrong; and, my dear brother, you will be glad when you know how thankful you have made me." "Yes; and after all you will not be doing any more for me--you _can't_--than you have done.

I think money is very little, compared with that.

Ray," and Edward sank down among the cushions in front of him, "I do believe you are more to me than any other human being ever will be." Ray smiled, quite as if he did not think so, but would not unsay it for anything.
"It is all right," he said gently, after a little silence.

"I think you will do so much more than I ever _could_ have done.